It is shameless, it is probably wrong, it is certainly not appreciated in most cases, and yet we do it. Our brains click into gear and we simply cannot imagine that someone might be perfectly content alone; we are convinced we are doing them a favor by ambushing them at a dinner party where another single just happens to be there as well.
I believe there is a matchmaking chromosome. It exists mostly in females, and it causes us to perk up the second an eligible single walks into our ward, and to begin rifling through a mental Rolodex for suitable matches. I have caught the eye of another woman across the chapel, seen her nod towards our next victim, and wiggled my eyebrows back at her. We cannot wait to compare notes and think how to set this unmarried soul up with another.
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